I see your confident, cold look
You hold the line, I caught the hook.

And even though I saw it coming,
Crossed the road and started running.

Changed my route and changed my tack,
Bore this cross upon my back.

Saw the left, but chose the right.
I got sent back, despite the fight.

You stood upon your mighty purse,
And bellowed out your mighty curse.

To give us all a fear of being,
Stop us thinking, stop us seeing.

What you're up to, what you're doing,
Greed and lies and social ruin.

Line them up and hand them debt,
They haven't seen the picture yet.

What about when they can't pay?
The jailer throws the key away.

To work them harder, work them longer,
Make your purse grow bigger, stronger.

No more than a factory cow,
We paid then, and we pay now.

Every road we had is gone,
We did it right, you did us wrong.

So where to now - the dark abyss?
To sink or think, it's come to this.

Just watch your back, behind your fence,
Of pompous lies and decadence.

The fire burns when hope is dead,
And passion turns the quiet head.

Beyond your grasp, the soul remains.
The more you squeeze, the more it gains.

Then seeds are blown, the silent cloud,
To fall upon, the silent crowd.

Where they might blossom, they might bloom.
They might bring about your doom.

So think you can control the mind,
To make us deaf, to make us blind.

But deep in here, a child awakes,
A new life starts, as each heart breaks.

The spark that lights our destiny,
Emerges where you cannot be.

In dreams it dances free and wild,
The spirit of the gypsy child.

"see the painting"